Trans-siberian Standoff

With only seconds left
Before the squadron begins to wane
There's a trans-siberian standoff
Like a mexican standoff
Judging by the wrinkles in their uniforms
Looks as if they flew in on some unicorns
It's a trans-siberian standoff
I'm in a trans-siberian standoff

Riches to rags
That bastards continues to nag
Even though she's clearly lured
By the men in back
A harlot with brains
Throw this bitch off of my train
There will be war

Flag it down while the world bows down
Nobody is gonna protect you
Flag it down while the gods countdown
I think they're coming for you

In a matter of days
This city will be all up in flames
And she will be sifting through
The ruins I've made
Trust and you'll see
I'm a man of great sympathy
She will be torn

Flag it down while the world bows down
Nobody is gonna protect you
Flag it down while the gods countdown
I think they're coming for you

There will be no one coming for you